Mjolnir's Song

Chapter One: I Might Even Give You A Hug

Not sleeping for two years when you're the God of Thunder has more consequences then Thor realized. 

Thor POV

Loki catches the lid off the bottle of alcohol I throw at him, grinning. "I'm here."

I swallow a large swig of alcohol, and move to embrace him. Loki clings onto me, and I feel them shaking just a little. I pat their back, and guide them into a chair. "We're safe now."

They nod, green eyes wide. 

"Your throne, your highness."

I've somehow made it to the front of the Statesman. I sink into a proffered throne, feeling rather exhausted and secretly loving to sit down. But it then turns to guilt when I see everyone else standing up. However, I am too exhausted to argue. 

I'm not sure how long I am sitting down before Loki shakes my shoulder, and Bruce's hand is on my back. "You must rest, Thor. You...you're bleeding from your back."

I turn around, wincing. Only now do the injuries begin to surface. I let them lead me to a bed, Loki waving his hand and making it even more comfy. 

I sink into the mattress, a soft but embarrassing noise escaping me at the comfort. Loki pats my shoulder, and I feel my eyes close. 

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"....hasn't woken up yet?"

"No, he's still asleep."

"Loki, is this...normal?"

"No, it isn't. Unless he goes a long time without sleep, which he definitely has. I know before Sakaar and all that bullshit, he was...traveling around space, fighting Surtur and other monsters, looking for the Infinity Stones. His body's likely just trying to heal itself."

"I see. We should let him wake up on his own. Those injuries look nasty, though."

I open my eyes just a little, but they feel so heavy. I'm so...tired. I'm exhausted. Have I ever been so sleepy? Am I sick?

"Welcome back, Thor. Oh....there he goes. Sweet dreams, man." 

Bruce sounds so far away. Where am I? Have I drifted away in a canoe? Did I never escape Loki's prank that one time where he convinced me a princess was waiting for me? Well...I can't complain. Even if I eventually drown, I am immensely comfortable. 

I wake up hours or maybe only mere minutes later, but I quickly am pulled back under. I let the canoe carry me out to sea, into the open ocean of eternity, away from home. Wait...I have no home. But this memory seems so real....

"Hey. Welcome back, Seductive Lord of Thunder."

I blink. Have I been just laying here, staring? Why do I feel so...so out of it? 

She waves a hand in front of my face, and I shake my head, trying to sit up. I'm overcome with tiredness, and I lay back down. She hits my shoulder. "We think you went into Thorsleep."

I laugh a little. "I use to pretend to go into Thorsleep when I was a child to get out of chores or annoy Loki."

There's a beat, and I rub my eyes. "You're serious."

She rolls her eyes. "When have you ever known me to joke around?"

I mumble, "Good point. Is that why I feel utterly exhausted?"

"Probably. When was the last time you slept?"

I have to think. When I spend much too long dwelling on it, I finally come up with a rather concerning answer. No...no way that it has been....two years?

I rub my eyes. "Two years."

"How are you still...damn. You may be Asgardian, but the longer you go without sleep, the harder your body crashes."

I nod, yawning. Her face softens. "Take it easy, Thor."

With that, she leaves. I lay my head back down, feeling my eyes close once more. 

When I resurface once more, I feel more alert, if not a bit sleep drunk. When I stumble to my feet and have to hold onto the wall, I grin stupidly. 

It doesn't take long for me to realize...I have no idea where I'm going. How did I get here, sitting once more on the throne? I look around, seeing my people surrounding me. 

A hand lands on my shoulder. Loki. Right, they're alive. I touch their hand, and I sigh in relief. They're actually here. 

"Brother....dock at the next planet...provisions and supplies..."

Huh? I snap my head up, and he sighs in exasperation. "You didn't hear a word I said, did you? Perhaps you need more rest."

I bite my lip, hard, and the pain grounds me. A fuzziness I didn't even know was there in my head clears substantially. "Nay, I simply need..."

I lose my words, and I bite my lip again, surprised when I taste iron in my mouth and something dribbles onto my chin. I hastily wipe it off, and I see with relief Loki is no longer paying attention to me, staring at the vast expanse of space before us. 

"You've blood on your face." Loki throws a handkerchief at me, and I thank him, wiping the blood off of my chin. When more grime comes off, black and brown on the white fabric, I wonder idly if the ship has showers. 

I offer it back, but Loki recoils hilariously. "Are you kidding me? Absolutely not."

I chuckle. "Well, thanks. I hope this ship has showers."

Loki looks at themself in disgust, and I remember with fondness how they religiously shower daily. I admit to not being the best at remembering, and also avoiding it on days when my powers are a bit haywire. 

Loki seems to read my mind and smirks. "We definitely don't have any that are Thor-proof."

I snicker and then whine a little. "Really, I am covered in grime. I'll take a sink and a sponge at this point."

They sniff. "I'd like a bath. And wine."

I chuckle. "I could go for a long, hot bath...and beer. And doughnuts."

"What's a doughnut?" Loki asks innocently. 

I smile. "Someday, I'll buy you some. It's a pastry with a hole in the middle, usually fried, and you put icing on it, very sweet and it's like a cloud."

Loki licks their lips. "Sounds delicious."

I fondly pat their arm. "You do love your sweets."

To my amusement, Loki produces something out of their void pocket, some thing wrapped in parchment paper, and takes a bite. He grins in pleasure, taking more bites.